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Well. Here we are. Over the weekend the Bucs played their first preseason game. Football season is now washing over us like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. The doldrums are over and I can go back to ignoring baseball (btw: thanks for not sucking for once Rays). With the return of football season comes my return to listening to multiple hours of sports talk radio each week. The other morning I was driving into work and the morning drive time talk host used the opening to Dead and Bloated as his bumper music and I suddenly felt like I had to hear Core.

It’s really easy to forget how good of an album Core was. It’s 16 years old and was followed by 5 utterly pathetic efforts. Add all of the Weiland drama during and post STP and two pieces of shit while he was with Velvet Revolver and you could easily convince yourself that there really just isn’t anything to these guys. But then there’s Core. This wonderful little gem buried under a back catalog of garbage.

I had long gotten rid of Core but was able to grab a used copy on my lunch hour from my local record store. Maybe it’s cause it reminds me of being 19 and renting an apartment with two friends and all of the good times or maybe it’s just that time has proven that this really was a great album. I am gonna choose to believe the latter.

Apparently the band has reunited now that Slash and Co. tired of Weiland’s act and booted him from Velvet Revolver. I expect total garbage from what will be their sixth studio album but you never know….

Stone Temple Pilots - Dead and Bloated
Stone Temple Pilots - Naked Sunday
Stone Temple Pilots - Crackerman

Stone Temple Pilots’ Official Site, Stone Temple Pilots on myspace, Buy Core

Still Drunk, Still Crazy, Still Blue from Deep Blues Festival ‘08:

I remember reading an article back when I started ninebullets.net that asked “Why are no blogs being written about the new Elton John album?” The gist of the article was this: while the ideas behind blogs were noble, the idea that different people writing about different bands were getting read by different people, it just wasn’t the way things were going to work out. I could start writing about indie bands tomorrow and quadruple my faithful readership in about a month. However, blogs like Songs:Illinois, Aquarium Drunkard, Lonesome Music, and Star Maker Machine (a blog which probably adheres to that initial idea better than any of us) are pumping out better material than Stereogum has in the past year, and except for [possibly] Aquarium Drunkard, they don’t have even a drop of the traffic Stereogum gets. The reality is that 80% of the blogs are writing about the same 40 bands and the rest of us are out there doing our own thing in relative anonymity. I’ve long made my peace with that, and I imagine the other blogs mentioned above have as well.

What does that have to do with Elton John? The vast majority of music blogs are not going to write about such an artist simply because he’s not “indie” (read:obscure) enough; and truth is, the rest of us won’t either because we’re afraid of anyone on a major label, simply not hearing enough outside our niche genres (color me guilty), or we’re just assuming it’ll get plenty of press on it’s own and doesn’t need our piddly little websites’ help. I do, however, feel that despite the above I should tell you about the new John Mellencamp album, Life, Death, Love, and Freedom.

If I told you John Mellencamp’s new album was absolutely awesome, would you believe me? No? Hell, I can’t blame you. When I was told the same I didn’t believe the messenger, either. I heard, “The new Mellencamp album. Man you need to hear it! It’s awesome. It’s tot_{ally blahblahblahblahblahblah}…” I heard “it’s awesome” and immediately dismissed their opinion the same way that I dismissed his attempt at a Chevy commercial. Then I received an email from a friend saying the same thing and I decided to look into it.

My Mellencamp position going into the album was that I am an unapologetic fan of everything up to and including his 1986 effort, Scarecrow. I am pretty much indifferent and unfamiliar with everything after the Ameri-gasm/patriot pandering/embarrassment that was the Chevy commercial last year. However, a year later, when he could have easily taken the Toby Keith route of wrapping nationalism in an American flag for a dollar, he comes out with a stripped down and dark album about a troubled country in troubled times (”Troubled Land”, “Jena”). With tracks like “If I Die Sudden” and “Don’t Need This Body”, it seems that John has reached that age where death is close enough that he’s starting to think about it.

Maybe it’s his age. Maybe it was the backlash from the last album. Who knows what it was and really, who cares? The point is, it seems that on Life, Death, Love, And Freedom Mellencamp has put aside chasing commercial success and decided to pursue the goal of putting together a complete album of strong tracks from beginning to end and, outside of “My Sweet Love”, I must say he succeeded. It’s definitely on my Essential Listening list and I decided to tell you about it–considering my feelings for him and regardless of how much press the album might get.

John Mellencamp - If I Die Sudden
John Mellencamp - Troubled Land
John Mellencamp - Don’t Need This Body

John Mellencamp’s Official Site, John Mellencamp on myspace, Buy Life, Death, Love, And Freedom

Nervous Turkey

“These days, it seems like
There’s a lot of girls who sing
And some of them are good
And some of them are notBut it’s always kinda cool
That moment when they first step to the mike”
~from the song “Chick Singers” by Dan Bern

It’s true, you know. I’d listened to The Pack A.D.’s new album, The Funeral Mixtape, a couple of times before I saw them at last month’s Deep Blues Festival. What I had not listened to them enough times to notice was that the lead singer was a woman. She sounds so strikingly similar to Jack White that I just assumed she was a fella. Then they announce these two women as Pack A.D. and I went all Keanu, like “Whooa”. Chicks with guitars are an immediate +10 on the sexy factor…I dunno, it’s probably Freudian or something, but I prefer to not analyze and just go with it…so back to the music.

Two girls who vocally and musically sound like The White Stripes…this is their albatross. There is no avoiding it, so I’m putting it out there for those unfamiliar. I described them like this to a friend, “If I told you it was the Elephant B-sides you’d believe me. They’re like the White Stripes minus all the Jack White self-indulgent pretentious bullshit and genre bending, with pure blues-rock added to fill the void. Less commercial, more powerful.”

The band comes outta B.C., Canada and consists of Maya Miller on drums and Becky Black on vocals and guitars. The Funeral mixtapes was recorded live off the floor which does nothing to hurt their rough and tumble swamp blues sound. The album will be released Tuesday on Mint Records. Pick it up, you’ll be glad you did.

The Pack A.D. - Making Gestures

The Pack A.D.’s Official Site, The Pack A.D. on myspace, Buy The Funeral Mixtape

Creative Loafing is doing their “Best of the Bay” voting again. If you have no feelings otherwise a vote for ninebullets as best local blog would be pretty peachy. If we win we’ll be throwing a huge victory party at Steve’s Tavern and you’ll be invited to buy me whiskey drinks.

Man. It almost seems as if 2008 is the year of the reunion. One band I mentioned a while back after going to see them live was Blind Melon. They managed to win me over despite my overall negative attitude heading into the show. Well, they managed to release a new cd with the new singer and I finally got around to picking it up. I really wasn’t sure what to expect from the album and really didn’t care. I don’t need Travis to be a Hoon-clone. Really, I just wanted a rock album and that’s exactly what I got. A late-90’s alterna-rock album. If you ain’t into that shit at all then you ain’t gonna dig the album at all. However, if you’re an unapologetic Blind Melon fan then you should give this album a chance.

Blind Melon - With The Right Set Of Eyes
Blind Melon - Harmful Belly
Buy For My Friends

Another band to come roaring out of my past of late is Candlebox. Unlike Blind Melon, Candlebox has pretty much managed to keep everyone alive and together. When a band vanishes for 10 years you immediately wonder how time has treated the singers voice. I can happily saw that Kevin’s voice sounds exactly as it did in 1993. Matter a fact, everything on this album sounds exactly as it would have in 1993. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I guess that depends on which side of 30 you happen to be on. I grew up on this sort of power rock and personally I love the album. If I had to file any complaint it would be that there isn’t quite enough “rock” on the album. However, if you’re under the 30 mark you might find the album to sound too dated. They are gonna be playing St. Pete later this month and you can bet your ass I’m gonna be there with my rock fist in the air.

Candlebox - Stand
Candlebox - Bitches Brewin’
Buy Into The Sun

So, as we all know by now, a week (or so depending on when this gets posted) ago I boarded a plane alone and flew from Tampa to Minneapolis to attend a festival where I knew nobody. I’ll admit, I was a little nervous that I would end up sitting alone at the show all day and then spend the evening by myself in my hotel room with a bottle of Beam. I know I can be pretty socially awkward, so it wasn’t that far-fetched of a fear. In the end though, the people at this festival could not have been cooler. I met some awesome people, I had a great time, and I never wanted for company. Was this just the vibe at any festival, or was it the fact that the few who like this music enough to travel for it share a special bond? I think it’s probably a little of both, but at the same time….I think that the people that are passionate about this music seem to immediately pass the superficial levels of being strangers and quickly find themselves relating to one another on personal levels. Such was the case about an hour after I checked-in on Thursday afternoon.

The first people I meet were Christoph Mueller, Marc Littler and Marc’s wife. After a brief conversation (2 minutes?) we agree to meet up later to split the cab fare into town for the Charlie Parr and Reverend Deadeye show. Such was the case all weekend…chance encounters turning into shared cab rides becoming too much whiskey and a lot of good music…but at the risk of eulogizing the festival, I’ll move on.

Thursday night was the perfect opener for the weekend that was to come. Charlie Parr and The Reverend Deadeye were playing Club 331 and we got there while the sun was still up. This gave me a chance to actually hang out and talk with Charlie and The Reverend before the crowd and Jim Beam made legitimate conversation more work than I prefer. Both guys were awesome people and I can say The Reverend made quite an impression on me both in his struggles to do music, and then in his show itself. Like Two Cow and a few others, I think ninebullets will be championing this guy as often as we can. Charlie opened the show with a cohort playing the washboard and right away you could tell that Charlie is one of Minneapolis’ favorite sons. The place was packed and the crowd knew every song he played. Charlie and his fans were a tough act to follow, but Deadeye and his frantic preachin’, hollerin’ and slide guitar playin’ managed just fine. It was the perfect opening act for a perfect weekend of music. I got home too late and too tipsy…perfect.

Charlie Parr - Miner’s Lament
Reverend Deadeye - Fuck The Devil

FRIDAY

Friday morning came a little too early and she brought clear and sunny skies with her. Being from Florida the heat didn’t affect me as badly as it did others, but tropical native or not, having the sun lean on you all day will wear on a person, and by the end of Friday I was ready for a cold glass of Beam and Ginger and a long shower. As for the bands playing on Friday, the one I was most eager to see was Left Lane Cruiser. I’ve been crushing on these two since before Alive Records signed them, so a chance to see them live put an ear to ear smile on my face. Other than the fact that their damned guitars wouldn’t in tune, LLC did not disappoint and at one point Brenn was beating the drums so hard I started to wonder about the structural integrity of the stage [you can take the boy out of the engineering firm...Ed]. In the end, as they walked off the stage I promised myself to make sure I would see them again someday. Another band from Friday that I was personally excited to see was Detroit’s Jawbone. Much like LLC, I’ve been crushing on Jawbone for a long time…hell, I was bugging Mr. Chris Johnson to bring him to DBF2 before DBF1 had even come to pass. He was fantastic and takes home the distinction of being the only one-man band to play standing up, not to mention he was probably the loudest performance of the entire day. If you live up Michigan way you should support the guy, he deserves it. Before I move on to to Saturday, I would like to mention Smokestack and the Foothill Fury. This guy caught me by surprise. Having never heard of him, I was preparing to use his set as a chance to grab a beer and take a piss, but when he was done I found that I was still standing in the same place I was when he began, doing the “I gotta piss” dance. One funny thing, when he first took the stage he asked the crowd if anyone had a beer for him and suddenly it was like a parade of booze being passed up onto the stage. His set was probably the most frantic of the day. Check out his myspace profile if you get a chance.

Left Lane Cruiser - Set Me Down
Jawbone - Saucy Sauce

SATURDAY

In the interest of trying to keep this post from reaching dissertation lengths, I am omitting the stories/show comments from after the festival ended for the day, but let’s just say that Saturday morning came painfully and too quickly. So painfully in fact, that I elected to head down and watch one of the films in the a/c and dark since the first band I wanted to see wasn’t until 1:00 anyhow. I ended up watching Cheat You Fair, a heartbreaking documentary about Chicago’s destruction of the infamous Maxwell Street open-air market. After that I went and caught my first band of the day, a ninebullets.net fav, Those Poor Bastards. TPB was everything I expected, and a few things I didn’t. Their irreverence and humorous onstage banter were unexpected highlights. I kept thinking about how awesome these two must be in a dark club after a few…but afternoon or no afternoon I walked away from their set a bigger TPB fan than I was walking into it, and that’s saying something. Charlie Parr and The Reverend Deadeye pulled shortened versions of their Thursday night club shows, so I’ll move on for the tl;dr crowd…but I will say one thing for sure, you should check them out if they’re ever in your town. Soon after, Hillstomp took the stage and just got stupid. Fucking brakedrums and buckets for drums, slide guitar as slippery as a politician, and beats heavier than Oprah on a Twinkie bender. There are a lot of so called “faces of the rising punk blues scene”, but how Hillstomp isn’t one of them is beyond me. These boys get down like teenagers on prom night and people need to start noticing. The Black Diamond Heavies closed Saturday night and completely blew me away. I was worried that I might have over-romanticized what actually getting to see the force that is The Black Diamond Heavies was going to be like, but the truth is I sold them short. I’d heard the hype, I believed the hype…I just didn’t understand the hype. Now I’ve witnessed the hype and I am a believer. BDH get down like no others, never miss a chance to see them live. They’ll rock the panties off your granny, believe that.

Before I move on to Sunday I wanna mention a band that, if I were presenting awards, would win surprise of the festival. Minneapolis’ own A Night In The Box were a late addition to the lineup and probably put on one of the top five performances of the entire damned weekend for me. They were the buzz of the entire day when I would talk to other people, too. Check out their myspace page. You can also buy both of their albums via Amazon’s mp3 service.

Those Poor Bastards - A Curse
A Night In The Box - The Hustle
Hillstomp - Shake It
Black Diamond Heavies -Smoothe It Out

SUNDAY

Saturday just kind of turned into Sunday. At some point during the transition I passed out. I dunno if I slept so much as my body shut down to protect itself from my left hand, which kept shoving Jim Beam intomy mouth. The real bitch was that I wanted/needed to be at the festival early on Sunday to see everyone I wanted to see. So, at 10:30am, after 3 cups of coffee, I did a little hair of the dog in the form of 3 shots of Beam, put on my sunglasses, pulled my hat down a little lower than normal, and queasily eased out into the daylight. Now I could easily write 1000 words on Sunday, but I am gonna try and be a little briefer than that. The Pack A.D. killed it, but I am planning on doing a piece on their new album next week so I’ll talk about them then. Patrick Sweany was a guy I was super excited to see and it quickly became evident he was equally excited to be there. He went onstage with the intention of playing as many songs as he could in his allotted 40 minutes. He managed to fit “Your Man” in there, so I was extremely happy. American Relay killed it. I posted about them a few days ago and that was a direct result of the awesomeness that was their set. Possessed By Paul James was more an experience than a show. It was easily my favorite set of the entire festival. Watching him was more like watching a person give birth to music than it was watching a person play music. I remember there being a quote in the inset of Kid Rock’s cd, A Devil Without A Cause, that read, “If it sounds good, you’ll hear it; If it looks good, you’ll see it; If it’s marketed right, you’ll buy it; but if it’s real, you’ll feel it.” When Konrad takes the stage, you feel it. There is zero doubt. One of my very favorite bands on earth, Scott H. Biram, was coming up after PPJ, so I used the band between the two as a chance to shove beers down my face…Watching Biram sober is like skiing naked…you can do it but it’s pretty fucking stupid. Case in point: Scott was so drunk he puked on his guitar….I love me some Biram, but this weekend made me seriously worry about the man. Hopefully, like me, he was just using this weekend as a reason to go buck fucking wild…but I doubt it. Over the weekend I got glass in my leg from him bashing glasses into a club floor, I (like the entire club) saw him close a show by shaking his dick at the crowd, and then there was the aforementioned episode of watching him vomit on his guitar mid-show. All of this is simultaneously awesome and troubling. He put on a really good show, even managing to perform a new song that kind of confronts everything I’ve talked about above. Bob Log III followed Biram, but since I had seen him the night before and my bowels were beginning to revolt, I left after Biram for my hotel room and a decent night’s sleep.

Scott Biram - Plow You Under
Possessed By Paul James - Take Off Your Mask
The Pack A.D. - Don’t Have To Like You
American Relay - Bonedry
Patrick Sweany - Your Man

If all of this sounds awesome and you find yourself wishing you had been a part of it, now is the time to act. Deep Blues Fest 2009 is going to happen, in fact pre-sales are happening now. I’ll be there next year. Will you?

The photos I managed to take are here.

Back in March I wrote about the excellent album, Long Day For The Weathervane by The Gougers. There was no shortage of praise for the album and now you can get it for free.

It’s worth the effort. Trust me.

The Gougers - Oldcrow/Scarecrow